Hall Master Yin Lin was very unhappy right now.
Well, this was just too boring!
On the Cloud Boat speeding back to the Tianluo Faction's base, Yin Lin looked at the sapling from the Treasure Tree's main root system that Wang Jixuan had tossed over, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He had actually wanted to see Wang Jixuan fight and personally assess his combat capabilities so he could assign him suitable missions later.
Their Tianluo Faction was not running a charity.
Sending Wang Jixuan, who possessed Mahayana Stage combat power, on missions that only required Deity Transformation or Integration Realm strength—was that not simply handing him Contribution Points for free?
Making full use of Wang Jixuan's strength and squeezing out its value had also been one of Yin Lin's purposes for this trip.
Though it had not been his main purpose.
Yet who would have thought?
A gorgeous woman beside Wang Jixuan had stabilized the entire situation.
That fellow had merely released a trace of a peak Mahayana Expert's aura and scared off the Shen Family.
The nun from Qingyun Temple had naturally been unwilling to accept this. Hiding in the shadows, her gaze had remained fixed on Old Zheng.
But even if that nun returned to Qingyun Temple to find help, it would already be too late by the time she came back.
After Wang Zheng and the others made their move, they had to withdraw. Otherwise, those mad dogs from the Dark Cult would soon catch up and surround them...
On the Cloud Boat, Yin Lin cast Wang Jixuan a gloomy sidelong glance.
Daoist Wang was puzzled and quietly asked, "Hall Master, was there anything I handled improperly?"
"No. Excellent. Absolutely outstanding."
Yin Lin suddenly smiled, reached out to take Wang Jixuan by the arm,